Page 57 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
The warmth in his expression sharpens into something darker.
“That’s a dangerous question,” he says quietly.
I should laugh it off and pretend I meant nothing by it.
But that other part of me, the one that’s been restless since the second I set foot in this cabin, wants to lean into it.
Wants to push at those invisible barriers just to see what happens if I do. “Maybe I like dangerous.”
For a long moment, he just studies me.
Then he takes another step forward, close enough now that I feel the warmth radiating off him.
My breath hitches, and I swear he hears it.
“You don’t,” he murmurs, but there’s no conviction in it. If anything, it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than me.
“I might,” I whisper back.
He exhales through his nose, almost like he’s trying to keep himself in check, but then his hand comes around my arm to tug me up from my chair.
His other hand brushes my hip, a whisper of a touch that drives me wild.
I don’t move. I can’t.
The corner of his mouth twitches, his eyes search mine.
Whatever he finds there makes him close the last few inches between us.
His knuckles graze the side of my arm before wrapping his fingers around it and lifting me out of my chair.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I’m serious. What would you want?”
There’s a moment where neither of us moves.
Then his hand is placed flat on my lower back, pulling me in until my toes brush against his.
His other hand lifts, fingertips grazing my jaw, sliding back until they’re buried in my hair.
He tilts my head and leans down to kiss me.
His lips aren’t tentative, and he holds me like he’s scared I’m going to pull away at any moment.
I can tell he’s been holding back, trying not to scare me away. How funny considering I’m not going anywhere.
I melt against him instantly, the world and my troubles long forgotten as my arms wind up around his neck.
His hands are everywhere while he kisses me.
One splays across the small of my back, urging me closer until there’s not even a breath of air between us.
The other slides up under the hem of my hoodie.
A shiver runs through me at the contact.
I press against him, feeling the solid heat of his chest along with the subtle rock of his hips like he can’t help it.
